Prologue

"It had all happened before and it will all happen again"

New Earth. Population 6 billion. Home to millions of species including human beings spread out across spread across 510,072,000 km and six, giant continents. Two thirds of the planet's surface was water and its atmosphere was a delicate balance of nitrogen, oxygen, argon and carbon dioxide. Every year the planet's temperature rose as over-use of fossil fuels led to global warming and a melting of the polar ice caps. It had become common place to see environmentalists, married couple and ex-military Lee and Kara Adama lobbying President Tigh and slashed across the evening news.

Everywhere man was destroying the every planet which had given them itself as a home. Species were becoming extinct every single day and forests being carelessly hacked away. Resources were running low and the air becoming more and more polluted due to the very increasing use of cars and airships. Most didn't care one jot for the environment. They lived in the here and now.

If they didn't watch out they'd destroy the one thing they need to live.

.~.

Orbited by a moon which had first been mapped by the hand of an American called Neil Armstrong which was no home to the first international space station under the charge of one English Doctor named Gaius Baltar and his wife Sice an underwear model turned scientist. Their daughters Gina and Lida were said to be smarter than both of them combined and two of the future hopes for the human race.

Advances in Artifical intelligence were coming in leaps and bounds. Adama industries had just revealed a brand new AI model whom had stood next to her creator, William Adama, and had looked anything but man made. With a price tag of just over 25 million she wasn't cheap but she was the future or so the propaganda said.

A reporter by the name of D'Anna Biers had shoved a microphone in his faced and asked him if his robots would one day process the ability to think for themselves.

Bill had grinned and replied "You tell me? The future is the future and the possibilities are endless. Wouldn't you want a robot who could cook your meals, dress your children and clean your houses? Don't you want our lives to be easier?"

That sound bite had been in every house across the western world by six o'clock the next night, D'Anna pretty face heralding Bill as the future of technological advancement and the very human race itself.

Bill watched it on his widescreen HD TV longing back into his leather desk chair with a wry smile. On screen the robot was posing with Sam Anders the face of company. The boy may not have been the sharpest pencil in the bunch but he sure was pretty. And pretty sold in this day and age. As if to demonstrate his point Carolanne, model, songstress and 20 years his junior, walked into the room, her dress loose and barely brushing the tops of her thighs.

Whiskey in hand and her hands on his face he knew that she wanted one thing from him but he didn't care. As he said pretty sold and she'd damm well sold herself to him.

.~.

Humans had walked this planet for just over 150,000 years ago and there were endless debates over how the species had originated. Some believed that they had been created by the divine intervention of God others argued that some random fluke of evolution had caused bacteria to crawl up out of the swamp and become man. Both side had merit and neither were disproven beyond doubt not that either side had ceased in trying to prove their case.

Doctor Laura Roslin and her team spent their time pouring over the remains of a woman said to be their mitochondrial mother whose remains had been found in Tanzania several years earlier as if searching for the key to their entire exsistence. Her most trusted assistant, a pretty Asian woman named Sharon Valerii had commented that she was somewhat obsessed. So far they had achieved nothing if not uniting Sharon and Laura's half sister Maya in their quest to drag her kicking and screaming away from her desk.

That lunch time had been no different. Laura had looked up to see Maya and Sharon hands on hips and coats in hand.

"Come on Lou, it's a lovely day and you're all cooped up over this dead body" Maya had prompted her, her baby daughter Isis on one hip. She had made Laura an aunt just over two years ago and along with Maya's lovely husband Billy they made the picture perfect family.

"And we wont take no for an answer" Sharon informed her

Laura pushed herself up of off the desk with both a weary sigh but a small smile "All right" she conceded grabbing her own coat as she spoke.

"Good answer" Sharon told her with a wide smile and she was soon outside in the sunshine, Isis in her arms and the wind in her hair.

.~.

The scripture claimed to have all of the answers but the more they were closely studied the more holes were found in its texts. Life here began out there? The exact meaning of that sentence seemed somewhat ambiguous and those in a religious fervour, especially one Doctor Galen Tyrol son of one of the high persists, had dedicated their lives to finding the truth hidden between verse. Nothing concrete had been found but both sides were realising that if the truth was ever to be understood then perhaps they would have to pool resources.

For some they didn't care. Just the fact that they did exist was enough and all deeper thought was pushed away. Capitalism had found its roots and spawned ushering mankind into the materialistic era. The shrine of the celebrity had been born and it was thriving. None more so than the God of Celebrity himself Samuel T Anders, movie star and model, he couldn't even walk to the grocery store without being hounded by ecstatic fans and ruthless paparazzi usually alerted to his movements by manager and fiancé Tory Foster. It was quite clear in the industry who had the balls in that relationship. And it wasn't Sam.

Bulbs flashed in his face but Tory got a steely grip on his arm and pulled him along, her lips at his ear and grip unrelenting "Good thing you did you hair this morning like I said"

He grinned at her "you're always right Tory'

And she usually was. It was why she was so good at her job and one of the richest managers in the entirety of Loa Angeles, the city of Angels.

And together the two of them had the world at their feet.

.~.

Of course there were two people who knew exactly how life had come to be on New Earth. Caprica and her eternal lover Gaius had walked hand in hand through the generations and ages. Watching as time had passed them by, as building had grown to the skies and man had launched into space. Always watching, always. But silently. Never alerting the humans to their unspoken vigil as the seasons came and went.

But they were there and they always would be.

That day they stood, arms wrapped around each other, as they observed the life below them. It was busy day in the heart of New York City. People were hurrying back and forth as there never seemed to be enough time in the day to get everything done. Young girls with daddy's money browsed the windows of expensive shops and irate business man jostled one another to get their precious cup of caffeine before returning to their offices.

"Remind you of anywhere?" she asked him and he laughed

"Didn't you already ask me that once?" she smiled slightly as they looked upon the race that had vowed to protect.

"Maybe" she turned her head to look down at the street corner a few hundred metres away "They have no idea do they?"

Both of them watched as a frazzled looking Laura Roslin flanked by Sharon and Maya was nearly mowed down by a stretch black limo. As she flipped the car the V much to the two young women's amusement William Adama sipped his champagne with a smirk on his face looking out of the window. In a nearby park Galen and his oldest friend Karl whom had been grabbing a bite to eat watched with some slight horror as the pretty redhead was nearly knocked over. Sharon's eyes locked with Karl's as the two men watched with laugher as the one flipped the limo the finger and a spark of electricity jumped between them. His attention was caught however by the sight of a young couple, megaphone in hands, in the centre of the park and when they looked back the three women were gone.

"No" Gaius answered her, kissing her neck with smooth lips "They have no idea about the history they share but as they say, it's all happened before…."

"And it'll all happen again" she finished as they began to make their way down the park slope both sharing a knowing look as they passed a shop advertising the new Adama AI's. All happened before indeed.

The world was different but the players were the same. Only time would tell if it would all end up the same. One thing was for sure history always had a habit of repeating itself.